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>> "Very good! Everything's better when you do as you're told."[/color]

Akshay finished his dance and sighed as the music came to an end. The physical exertion of his movements, mixed with his confusion and fear, had made everything feel so surreal. He was tired but he knew that he couldn’t just walk away or fall dead to sleep. Not with this woman around. She may have had further plans for him when he was asleep. He couldn’t allow her to have that kind of advantage right now.

God, he felt so low. Her praises were a mixed blessing. Yes, he did well, but it was just all so demeaning. He was only some pet for her to play with and make do her bidding and that was something that the young wordsmith didn’t want to tolerate.

But he would have to if he wanted to live.

Akshay was shaken from his musings though as he found Chrys in a state of undress. He looked up, confusion plastered across his face as he watched this psychopath begin to strip down the dress he saw her wearing earlier that evening. Before long she was only in underclothes and his mind raced to think of what other possible hell she was going to put him through.

Apparently she gleaned his questioning mind from the mere look on his face.

>> "Um, it's reward time for good behavior." [/color]

Seriously? he thought to himself. The woman is pretty much kidnapping him, degrading him to animal status, and now she wants the evening to progress into this? YES, as said before, Akshay has no stranger to the odder sides of love making, but this was totally in a whole new ballpark!

>> "I freed your arms right? You can take off your own pants…Now ideally. Unless you don't want rewards."[/color]

“O-Okay…” Akshay said as he removed the jeans that he was still wearing from the club. Thank god she didn’t slice those off with a knife.

Down into just his “ Flying Fox” boxer shorts. Feeling suddenly self-conscious and shy, the dancer covered up the front of his boxers as he peered down to the floor. God…what else could this woman have up her sleeve? What did she even consider a “reward”?

Then he remembered the knife she held in her hand earlier and instantly the most fearful thing he (or any man!) could think of popped into his. He glanced down at his shorts, wondered where the knife she held earlier was, and a cold sweat appeared.

No! Not The Captain!!!! he scream inside his head. And such a girlie scream it was…

Yeah, Akshay had a big mouth. Though he was a bit scared by his current situation, he had hoped that by calling her bluff it would be revealed that all of this was just a tease of sorts. But it was quickly becoming apparent that such a thing was never going to happen. The mysterious vibe he was getting from Chrys earlier was quickly turning into full on fear. It was very slowly becoming apparent that this was indeed not just a game to the young woman.

She was serious.

>> "Silly Akshay. I already had a kitty. He's gone now."[/color]

The words were terrifying to hear. It was obvious what the connotations of what she was saying were. She was threatening him. And not only with physical violence but his eradication from this earth! This was further proven when he felt her straddle his sides, lean in, and pull something sharp and incredibly pointy against his cheek.

The knife she was holding earlier. Whatever it was against his skin was cold and seemed thirsty for blood of some kind. Yeah, he was definitely not in some kind of game here. The woman played for keeps and Akshay was little more than a toy right now.

Or, as it should be clarified, a pet…


>> "You are a puppy… Now bark... or I'll have to find another puppy to play with."[/color]

“Ow, Ow! Okay! Okay!” Akshay winced. His arms were hurting so badly, especially with the pressure of her sitting on his back.

Not that Chrys was heavy or something (he definitely was not going to be calling her fat while he was in this position) but his awkward angle and the fact that she was sitting on his twisted arms only added to the pain and paranoia he was already feeling. He wanted to get out of here, but quickly it was becoming apparent that the only way he would achieve this was if he played along. However demeaning it was, he was not going to gamble with his life again. Not anymore.

"Woof."

>> "Oh no, silly, it's nothing like that! I kidnapped you…You're my pet now!"[/color]

Yeah…this was really not going the way he thought it was going. Not only was a massive headache beginning to settle into the back of his skull, but now he was dealing with a bona fide loon! Still handcuffed, he felt the small tug on his neck and tried to crane his head down to see what it was. The first thing that he noticed was the length of chain that was held in Chrys’ hand. His eye following it, he found that indeed it was getting closer and closer until it disappeared somewhere around his neck. Was he wearing a collar?

Just…what kinda freaky stuff was this girl into? Gawd, of course that would be his luck when getting hit on in a bar. First he ends up pregnant and he is going to be someone’s pet? He needed to put a stop to this before it really got too far out of hand.

“Listen, lady—“

>> "Puppy rules!”[/color]

“Wha--?” He could scarcely get a word in. Chyrs seemed to be overly excited about this new adventure; that made one of them.

>> "One: this is your room. Unless I take you somewhere else, you stay here. You try to leave…I'll punish you."[/color]

He was about to attempt to stand and protest when he watched her grab and sharp pin and stick it into her skin. Akshay nearly yelled out what was wrong with her but the words never got to leave his mouth. Instead all he said was—

“Ow! Sonnavabi--!!” he winced as he felt a sharp stab in his shoulder. A glance over to the pained skin, he could see he wasn’t bleeding, bruised, there wasn’t even a mark! How did he feel that sensation of being poked with a pin when Chrys was all the way—

Crap. No, it couldn’t be. Was she a mutant? Worst of all, was she a KINKY[/b] mutant?!

>> "Two: When I want to play games, we play. If you play, it will hurt. You misbehave, it will hurt more. You misbehave too much...Well, then I reconsider letting you go at the end of the week…Questions?"[/color]

He was still in shock when he saw her pick up the knife. Slowly he connected dots, made assumptions, tried to figure out anything that was going on. But no matter what he thought of, all he could come up with was madness. Did the woman really just kidnap him with the purpose of keeping him for a week as a pet? Just what kind of sicko was she?

It was only then that the saw the knife resting in her hand. With the demonstration she just did with the pin, he felt a swelling of paranoia in his chest. In disbelief he eyed the woman.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” he announced, trying to stand again. “You can’t do this to people!”

Oh he was having such a nice dream. There was music blaring, sensual dancing, great tasting alcohol, even several girls, all of which wanted to rip his clothes off. Akshay liked these dreams because they always ended well. And they always ended well because they were his[/b] dreams and no one elses. And this was a particularly good one. As a matter of fact, if he died in his sleep, this was probably the dream he would have liked to have gone out having.

But there was something off about this dream too. He didn’t want to admit it because it was too sweet and far too awesome to just give up on. But he couldn’t shake the sensation that something was just plain off.

But what? He danced. He drank. He partied with scantily clad women. All of it was pretty much the norm!

Then…why did he feel so restrained? He was actually struggling to keep up with the dance moves that he knew he could do. His head was also throbbing. Normally these kinds of things could simply be attributed to being drunk but no, not this time. Something was definitely wrong.

He did a turn, trying to see what was behind his back in his dream but for whatever reason he couldn’t move far. That sensation of being restrained coursed back into his mind. It seemed that no matter how hard he flailed or moved, there was always something holding him back; like a fuzzy blanket wrapped too tightly around his brain.

Panic slowly set in, which was quickly followed by a need to be free. He struggled, turned, and yet still could find no way out. This wasn’t a dream. It was a nightmare!



Akshay gasped and coughed as suddenly he felt the sensation of reality crashing down on his head. At least that would explain the pain he felt. The massive migraine that surged behind his eyes was one of the reasons as to why he began to stir. It was far too painful to ignore with sleep so the only thing he could do was awaken.

Eyes slowly fluttering open as grogginess set in, Akshay found himself lying on his back on something incredibly soft. It felt like a bed. He would have confused it for his own bed (and for a brief second he did) but he knew he didn’t have a bed this soft. But if that were the case, then where the heck was he?

Chrysanthemum. The word floated in his head. And he knew then that it wasn’t just a word, but a name.

Akshay slowly began to remember; Chrys, the girl that he met at the bar, right? Wasn’t he…um…wasn’t he going home with her? Was this her bed? He would have smirked at the idea but suddenly that feeling of restraint came back. He attempted to sit up but something was preventing him. He would have to think on this as he attempted to shake the grogginess away…

“CANDI! BABE!” Unis shouted with a mixture of surprise and joy. “Did you find your car?”

Candi, apparently, rolled her eyes as she looked at both Jean and Akshay on the floor. “These two morons were supposed to bring it back. Uni, what’re you doing to them? What…happened?”

It seemed to Akshay as if Unis hadn’t actually been able to get out that she was a mutant. And…she was with another woman? Well, that certainly explained a lot since the two seemed to be a match made in a sociopathic heaven. Akshay tried to focus through the blinding pain in his stomach and leaned up to glare at the two of them. Unis had begun to explain she was a mutant and what her grand plan was. Candi stood there, arms crossed, and eyed her partner cautiously. When she was done, Candi just shook her head.

“THAT is why you wanted to take these two home, last night?” she growled. “Uni, you left me behind! And…I can’t believe you would rather someone else carry your child but me! We’ve been looking at our options this whole time and had this amazing power and you never told me? How could you?”

“I…I know love. I know,” she said with a hung head. “I just…I didn’t want to put you through that kind of pain.”

“But, Uni…what if that’s what I want…?”

“C-Candi? R-R-Really? Aww baby…”

“Hunny…”

“HELLO! BIRTHING HERE!” Akshay finally gasped. He was in such pain right now that he could barely keep his focus. “Please, Unis, stop this. Please. You win, okay? You’re a better dancer and I feel SO bad for not returning your affection way back when! Just please!”

Hugging Candi close to her, Unis arched her brow as she looked down at Akshay. The man really did look pathetic just withering around down on the dance floor. A glance to her lover and Unis took up her hand. Pulling her over to Akshay, she carefully moved onto her knees while holding onto Candi’s hand. Brushing her fingers across Akshay’s bulging stomach, she smiled sweetly to Candi, closed her eyes, and began to glow.

In the midst of his pain, Akshay suddenly stopped. In confusion he sat up and turned his attentions back onto Unis before looking down and finally his usual flat stomach there. He sighed in relief as he turned to see that Candi now had the same, hug belly that Akshay had once had; she just seemed much better at handling the pain. She sighed a bit in shock and waddled away while Akshay moved onto his feet and looked back to Unis.

“Unis…”

She only offered him a glance before she stood up and lovingly embraced her partner. But with her back turned to Akshay, she whispered, “You can go.”

Not wanting to make the situation worse for them, Akshay stood up and quietly grabbed Jean by the arm. He felt absolutely no more pain or discomfort or cravings! He was free! Free from the shackles of motherhood!

He gave one final glance to Unis and Candi. Hopefully they wouldn’t be upset over the car. He doubted that Candi would care much now that she was pregnant. Hoping this would be the last of it, Akshay gave the pair of glowing females a salute before tugging Jean along with him towards the door. It was obvious that Jean wanted to go off for all the torture they’ve been through today but right now was so not the time. Instead, they needed to breathe the free air of being men and run off into the night.

Though they would both probably stay away from spiked alcohol for the time being…

Akshay couldn’t believe his ears. This woman, a former obsessed stalker and now nemesis, wanted to beat him in a dance contest? It was slowly clicking together. The last time that Unis had tried to convince him of her love, she had followed him to a dance club that was having a local contest. The winner won a tiny trophy and a $50 gift card to the Sizzler. Really? That what all this was about? On top of the unrequited love, she just wanted to beat him in dancing? Was she really so out of her mind?

Moving onto his two feet, Akshay waddled over to the den, a look of shock and irritation on his face.

“Really, Unis?” he asked in angry. “You made me pregnant with your baby clone all because you wanted beat me in a dance off?”

Unis shrugged. “And for you to have my baby. That way, she can grow up with both your dancing skills and mine. She was be the greatest.”

“Unis! You cannot dance!”

“Oh yeah?” Unis countered! Slowly she began her dance of awesomeness, moving around Akshay and trying to display her mad skillz. The wordsmith could only stare at her in shock as she tried her best to connect with the beat, but it was obvious that she was just not getting it.

Akshay could only sigh.

“Dammit, Unis. Just stop,” he said as he grabbed her arms. “You need to stop this. You can’t just treat people like this.”

Unis twirled “elegantly” away from his grip, shaking her head. “Uh-uh! Play by my rules, Akshay!”

The wordsmith hung his head. He really, really didn’t want to do this. Especially since the pain in his stomach was getting just a tad bit worse. But, seeing has he had no choice against this demented harpy, he waited for the appropriate beat…and started to dance.